There was beauty. There was sweetness.
I contemplated
a delicate rose.
And reality smashed down on me
like a loose boulder.

The boulder is just an image.
It’ll be best to
tell everything.
The daily grind’s edifying
and has the whip-hand.

My instinct followed the right track.
When that man came in
it boomed like breakers:
‘I know him. Electricity.
He’ll switch off the mains.’

I was sharpening my pencil,
the knife in my hand.
If I stab this man
I know that I shall be at peace,
at last reconciled.

I was embittered. Well, all right.
The whole flat will be
dark and depressing.
An animal can protect its home.
This war’s different.